Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.